I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 72

Isabella was shocked and speechless as she stared at Natasha.

They had always been open about everything, but Natasha had never

mentioned being pregnant.

“How is that possible? I see you every week…” Isabella tried to comprehend.

Natasha lit a cigarette and remarked casually, “I aborted the child on Monday

and was back at the store to work on Friday.”

Isabella’s heart skipped a beat. She clenched the clothes in her hands tightly.

“Dariel… he.

“He’s a b*stard.” Natasha took a deep drag from her cigarette. She was still

smiling, but her tone was icy. “But he’s a b*stard who keeps his promises.”

Abort the child, and you’ll get 100 million.

The coldness of those words made Isabella shiver when she thought about it,

let alone what Natasha had to face firsthand.

“That’s enough. Don’t be sad.” Natasha helped fix Isabella’s hair before patting

her shoulder. “I don’t feel anything anymore. Now, I’m only interested in

money.”

Isabella shrugged, and her expression was calm as she changed the subject

quickly. “Are there handsome guys here?”

“Yes!” Natasha clicked her tongue twice before leaning in and hooking her

arm around Isabella’s shoulder. “The second young master of Cliffgate

Construction has a striking appearance, but when he gets on stage and

starts to move his waist… it’s just incredible!”

“I’ll wear a mask later and try to flirt with him.” Isabella laughed.

“Hurry! Otherwise, he will soon be snatched up.” Natasha clapped, and she

seemed unaffected by the previous conversation as she swayed slightly with

hint of

as Natasha didn’t seem to want

choosing clothes, fixing her hair, and

checking her makeup.

more exchanges, the

and they were

masks.

you can do

Don’t

place aren’t

others.” Isabella chuckled.

tapped Isabella’s butt. “Whatever. Just hold

yourself. If you can’t, don’t suppress

Humans were primal.

the stairs with

young men on their way down. She could tell that both

half of their

exchanged greetings, and the men kissed

entering the dance floor

and was even proficient

hinder her much in pole dancing since it

contact with the

no mind to others while dancing joyfully for herself. She was in high

and even grabbed the spot of the pole dance performer

ashamed while wearing a mask and effortlessly

executed daring moves.

cheers nearly lifted the roof. A group of men surrounded

through their masks, almost

Isabella.

stunning. With half her face

her outfit accentuated

mysterious, and they left the onlookers enraptured.

attempted to join

and ended up retreating in embarrassment.

the entire atmosphere was under Isabella’s control.

was projected onto

tongue

drenched in sweat from her dancing

to the bar

made way for her as if she were the center of

her cautiously. “A drink with a lower alcohol

little.” Isabella nodded.

relationship with

brandy and mostly fruit juice

to the atmosphere, Isabella felt a bit flushed, and her

after a

her a drink, and she downed it in the heat of

moment.